Sunday, June 14, 2009

Perspective.

I have a superstition, 
I told him,
that the fortunes of my football team
directly correspond
to the fortunes of my own life.

I said,
We're not doing so great this year...

You haven't been doing great
for the last thirty years, he said.

My life, 
like my team,
(he smiled a cold smile as he spoke)
is a lot more successful than yours.

His chin pushed forward
as he spoke
and
I saw the dark daring
of a younger man
in his eyes
and the easy carriage of arrogance
draped upon his soft leather shoulders.

You're right,
was all I could say
and later that night
I lay and wondered
if I was discovering 
a new joy
built
of humility
or 
if I was
truly
just 
a plain 
and 
aged
no one.


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